Title: Text Wars (Or, Tony and Pepper in Another Meeting)

Author: Evil_Little_Dog

Rating: Teen

Disclaimer: This is a derivative work, and, as such, I make absolutely no money writing this. Darn the luck.

Summary: Tony's bored in another meeting.

Notes: Written for the LJ community, Comment_Fic.

What kind of underwear are you wearing?

Tony, I'm not answering that.

Cmon, tell me.

I'm not telling you. I'm trying to listen to the key speaker.

I could sum up what he's saying in two or three sound bites. Cmon, Pep. Entertain me.

I am not your beck and call girl.

Are you sure.

Positive, Mr. Stark.

Ooo, Mr. Stark. I haven't gotten one of those in a long time. Makes me all tingly inside. And in other places. Wanna know where?

No.

No?

Absolutely not.

But I need to share this information with someone.

Not with me.

All right, how about you tell me what kind of underwear you have on? Is it silk? Lace? Silk and lace? Ooo, latex? Tell me it's latex, and I'll be your slave. Better yet, I'll pay you back with progressively deviant sexual favors. Actually, progressively deviant sexual favors sounds like something I can definitely get behind. You could give me that for every birthday, Christmas, and any other gift-giving holiday and I wouldn't complain.

Still listening to the man talk.

I saw you cross your legs. I'm getting to you, aren't I? I am. I'm that good. I can distract Pepper Potts during a lecture. I'm so good. I'm amazing.

You're full of yourself.

You could be full of me. I mean. I could fill you up. I mean. Well, I mean, both of those things and did I mention progressively deviant sexual favors? I could fulfill your wildest dreams. Or let you fulfill my wildest dreams. Wait. I do have some wild dreams. Let's go with fantasies, instead. Good for you?

God, Tony. Would you shut up?

Only if you tell me what kind of underwear you're wearing.

I am not getting into this during the meeting, Tony.

But I'd like to get into your undies during the upcoming break. Whaddaya say? You, me, an empty room?

You're incorrigible.

Does that mean yes? Pepper? Pep? Why aren't you answering me? Don't make me sulk. Pepper? I'm sulking. You are so mean to me.

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